My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Questions
The silence stretched, broken only by the mattress creaking beneath them.

Finally. A soft bed, a quiet room… and no signs of imminent danger. It’d been ages since she felt this kind of peace.

In this moment, wrapped in warmth and silence, she felt like the safest person in the world.

The tension in the air melted away, and for a fleeting second, everything felt right.

Then something caught his eye beneath the dresser.

His pulse spiked, a jolt of adrenaline surging through his veins. Mind Zero activated on instinct, sharpening his senses in an instant.

The world around him slowed, every detail snapping into focus

His concentration peaked, sharper than it had been even during the battle with Zagan. Every fiber of his being locked onto the dresser.

“Incinerare” His lips moved in a whisper, and the object disintegrated into ash.

Asher glanced down at Lucy, who was sleeping soundly, her breath soft and steady.

‘That was close,’ he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Why did he panic?

Well. Of all things, Lizana actually left her underwear behind.

If Lucy saw that… yeah, that would’ve been the real danger.

He knew better than to mention that she wasn’t the first woman to sleep here with him. That was a death wish waiting to happen.

‘Wait—there might be more.’ He cast several spells in quick succession, sweeping the room.

Under the bed. Above the tall dresser. The evidence practically glowed. He incinerated it all.

‘That cunning woman.’ He shook his head. Her pranks were getting out of hand.

“What’s that smell?” Lucy’s eyes fluttered open, her nose wrinkling.

Asher thought he smelled something else, but she turned around, sniffing the air like a bloodhound.

“I smell something.” Her gaze locked on the pillows, and she crawled toward them.

Asher’s pulse kicked up.

Before she could reach the pillows, he grabbed her wrist, yanked her back, and pinned her to the bed.

They locked eyes, leaning so close that a single breath could shatter the fragile tension between them.

Her body stiffened for a moment, surprised by his sudden aggression. Then, slowly, he leaned in for a kiss

She didn’t stop him. She didn’t want to.

When his tongue teased against hers, coaxing and playful, her thoughts scattered.

She forgot about the smell, her lips moving in sync with his.

The room around them faded away as they explored each other’s mouths. The only sound was the faint rustle of the bedsheets as they moved in a more comfortable position.

“Asher, wait.” She squirmed in his grasp.

He pulled away, panting, and met her confused gaze.

“You have no idea how much I missed you. I can’t control myself any longer,”

Lucy’s cheeks grew hotter, a rosy color spreading from her neck up to her ears. His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around her and melting away her doubts.

“I missed you too,” she murmured, unable to form coherent sentences as she stared into his sincere eyes.

With gentle fingers, he traced her jawline, his gaze never leaving hers. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she leaned into it, craving more.

Slowly, as if afraid she would vanish, he leaned in again, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

It was different this time, filled with longing and tenderness that she hadn’t felt in ages.

She closed her eyes, and she let herself be lost in the sensation.

Asher, fully aware of where this was headed, gave a low command. ‘Pantheon, out.’

The bracer on his wrist shimmered, coiling into a metallic snake that shot across the floor and slithered out the door without a sound.

Now that he was distraction-free, his attention locked on her.

The softness of her lips, the way she breathed against him—it lit a fire in his chest.

A fire only one other person except her had sparked: Index.

With a flick of his wrist, the fabric of his robe danced in the air, revealing the strong contours of his body. The sight of his bare skin made her blushed even more.

He was perfect in a way that seemed almost unreal, like he was sculpted from the very essence of the universe.

“Can I touch it?” Her hands trembled as they traced the lines of his chest, exploring the firmness beneath his smooth skin.

As she moved, he kissed her lips, then her neck, slowly pulling down her dress to reveal her shoulder.

Just the sight of her collarbone made her heart race, and he kissed his way down until he reached her chest.

Her eyes searched his for any sign of hesitation, but his gaze was filled with a burning desire that matched her.

Fingers danced around the clasp of her bra, and without a word, he unhooked it.

The fabric fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool air.

The tips of her nipples stood up, a soft pink that matched her white pale skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” He took one in his mouth, the sensation making her gasp.

“Be gentle…” She arched her back, pushing herself closer to him, silently begging for more.

As his tongue flicked and swirled, she felt a heat spreading from her slit to her chest.

She reached up to tangle her hands in his hair, her nails gently scraping his scalp, urging him on.

His other hand cupped her other breast, his thumb brushing against her sensitive nipple.

“You like it?” he asked, and the only response she could give were more cries of pleasure.

Asher was too good—far better than he’d been five years ago. It felt like she was being teased by a man with countless experience

She enjoyed it, but at the same time, she felt a twinge of fear.

Questions rang in her mind: How did he become this good?

Did he practice? And if he did, who was his partner?

She wanted to ask him right away, but this wasn’t the right time. She didn’t want to ruin the mood for either of them.

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Authors Note:

I’m only going to post two chapters today.